Both of my cats have a lust for the linen closet. Mostly, I'm sure, because it's forbidden. Sometimes they sit on the hamper, hopefully waiting for me to lose my mind and open the door. Innocence shines from their furry little faces, but I know better. I know their nefarious plans.
Today I wanted to take out one towel. How long does that take? Five seconds? I thought Kitsu was in the basement. I didn't shut the bathroom door before I opened the linen cupboard.
You'd think after having been owned by cats for the past 30 years that I would know they could teleport...
Kitsu shot by me like orange lightning. Startled the beejeebers out of me. I decided to photo-document her evilness, so I went and got the camera. Sachi was nowhere to be seen, so I opened the cupboard door to snap a shot of the miscreant.
And a taupe bolt of lightning shot past me just as I clicked the shutter.
You'd think I'd have learned by now.